Well I did wonder what it would take to 'nudge' me out of this blogging apathy. It seems that adding snow effect to my blog which now shows pics of me walking in Cornwall in the sunshine with snow falling has done the trick. Maybe I should have added that snow earlier. Or perhaps I'll just be known as the seasonal blogger - one post for every season - I think I could manage four posts per year!
Enough joking. I have been mooching around blogland and as ever loving reading all your posts. Time just seems to fly by and here we are at yet another Christmas. Many of you are sharing your preparations in varying states of completion. I never feel too bad about not being ready as it seems to be a common thread running through most of your posts. I guess it's a price we pay for having such busy lives and trying to 'do everything'.
I've had a week off to preare (back to work tomorrow.. oops today) and still find myself up this early writing lists and oh yes blogging. I never sleep well so best to use my time effectively! Anyhow Margaret Thatcher apparently used to survive on three hours sleep a night - but then all she had to do was lead the country (Mags if your lurking that was only a joke- I'm sure you did other things too?) Where was I- oh yes Christmas. I'd like to share with you a pic of my advent calender and the story behind it. First take a look. It's a cross stitch project with rings stitched under each day. Tied onto these are the little cloth bags which hold the pressies.
The story behind it is as follows. When I married I moved from Wales to Birmingham where I worked as a nurse until after a few years at the ripe old age of 30 I had my first baby (now 23!) Most of my friends were people I had met at work and so suddenly I found myself at home and just a little 'lost'- with my husband working long hours and shifts as a Paramedic. Having my daughter was wonderful but in truth I was quite lonely. After a few months I ventured to the local mother and toddler group - with the view that it was purely for my daughter to interact and not at all 'my thing'. There I met Barbara. She had a daughter (first baby) same age as mine - and it turned out lived around the corner from me. Even better - we shared a love of crafting. We soon became good friends. One day I showed Barbara the calender pattern that I had been holding onto for quite a few years. It was from a magazine called Family Circle (not sure if it's still around)and was based on a Scandinavian design. We decided to make them together, the plan being to meet up one evening a week to stitch. Well I can tell you that after a glass or two of wine lots of chat and laughing very little stitching took place. Eventually we both finished and off they went to be framed. We both sighed with proud pleasure at the sight of them and vowed they would become a family heirloom. Sadly the following year we moved to Devon - and although we still keep in touch we haven't met up for quite a few years. However each year when I hang the calender the lovely memory comes flooding back and I have enjoyed sharing the story with you all.
I wonder is there anyone out there who remembers this pattern or perhaps even made it? I would love to know. Well I'm ready for breakfast and need to hit the shower then off to work for nine hours. Take care everyone and try to take a moment to smell the flowers (or to be more seasonal the pines!)